Once upon a time, a girl fell into a book.
Lost she was afore, she found her place in its folds.
A new life she weaved for herself with its words,
Master and slave, she became the centre of this world.
Erelong the book came to an end,
And as the last of the gossamer words
Slipped from her grasp,
She found herself plunging through space
Into the despair of this world, alas.
Now that girl be nought but a waif,
All skin, sinew and bags of blood.
She searches for her new book, her own world.
Know that this waif maybe known to thee.
For this waif be none other than me.
Copyright ©2017 Pradita Kapahi.
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Very clever. I think you’re on a roll. 😎
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Haha! Thanks. On a roll, as in reading books? Oh yes!
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I had meant your writing. But yes, it seems you’re on a roll reading too 👍
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Haha. I don’t know about writing because I’m still not posting daily. I mean these small poems and quotes I’m posting aren’t ‘writing’ for me. But I have time for only as much right now. Thanks for reading always 😊
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Magical!
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Aw thanks Arpita. How have you been?
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I am doing good! 🙂 How about you?
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Wow! It was so perfect ❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️
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Thanks a lot girl :* 🙂
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Perfect description of a book lover !
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Thank you so much Ma’am 🙂
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I do think that the Waif is writing her own book, of many pages, that some of us have already “fallen into”.
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Do you? I don’t know Lee. I hope someday someone says the same about my book (if I ever publish one) 😀 😀
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Sir, you kinda stole my words… Lol
She is actually fantastic with her words.
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Why thanks a lot Dada. I still don’t think I have done anything to deserve this kind of praise from either of you, but still, thank you so much for making my day 😊😊
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If I can and if I remember I can do that every morning…”making your day” I mean.😂
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😀 😀 😀
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I am jealous of you. Ask me why? Because I can’t write like you.
But again I am proud of you… Ask me why again? Because your are my sister who’s amazingly intelligent and witty.
Loved every bit of this poem sis. God bless you Pradita.
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Awwww! Thanks a lot Dada. Love to you too 😊
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😍😘
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